"Er... yes, okay, I suppose I should tell you that if you're trying to reach me I'm not here, and if you're trying to reach me because you want to do something involving pointy bits of metal or otherwise painful objects, I'm never going to be here. So sorry."
[it takes a stern talking-to (and there's more pouting than should be possible for joinery), but the Luggage draws its legs into itself in the end, ready to sulk on the porch for the rest of the night at its master's bequest.
Rincewind comes bearing gifts - a half veggie, half sausage and mushroom pizza and two bottles of red wine. They aren't the best, but he hopes they'll be better than whatever "box wine" is. He holds both arm-fulls up for inspection after rapping on the door.
Hopefully Chilton hasn't passed out in the twenty minutes it took him to get here, or this pose is going to get awkward. And tiring.]
[He answers the door only to lean against the frame of the threshold, squinting at Rincewind -- his glass of sloshing boxed wine in hand. He had not taken the advice to ease off the sludge.]
Mr. Rincewind! Hello. Please, please, come inside.
[Chilton pulled open the door, offering only a sneer to the abandoned Luggage. He beckoned Rincewind to the kitchen, announcing that the pizza and (more importantly) the wine can go on the table.]
Look at you, with your hat. [Another sip.] I'm glad you've come.
[Oh, good. The demon. Fantastic. How's it been, jackass?]
I really haven't got time for you. I don't suppose you could find your amusements elsewhere? Perhaps an active volcano? Or I hear Russia has some lovely rooftops.
[a previously discussed, the Luggage may not have eyes, but Chilton will surely feel its wooden glare as he closes the door.
Rincewind feels out of place as soon as he steps inside, reluctant to move from the foyer. It's - very nice in here. And clean. Distracted, he eventually keys back in long enough to toe his sandals off and walk to the kitchen on socked feet.]
- Hm? Oh, well, yes. The day I'm without it is the day you'll know I've been possessed by something likely ancient and terrible, so you know. Watch out for that, will you?
[he watches Chilton with some amusement.]
I take it you've found a way to swallow past the homicide? - And you've a lovely home, I should mention that.
Turns out I have quite the tolerance for homicide.
[The Baltimore legend persists. He moved, sometimes swerved, to the cabinet with the other wine glasses. Soon Rincewind was presented with one of his own.]
We have to buy you real shoes. One day.
[Drunk or not, Chilton always had fashion advice to deliver.]
You remind me of someone I knew once. The youngest son of the richest family in Westeros. But a black sheep in a way. A dwarf of all things who thought he was a clever, clever man. He was a bit of a drunkard, like yourself. And he underestimated me, also like yourself. He tried to make a pawn of me in a little game of his. And wouldn't you know? He found he was not as clever as me in the end.
Most demons come from corrupted human souls. Y'know, the ones that get stuck in the pit and tortured for a few hundred years. So yeah, we all start off as people.
Ours don't. [with a verbal shrug.] The tortured souls in our Hell rather just... remain tortured souls. Bit boring, I suppose, but I personally like predictability in my hellspawn.
Well yeah, ours get with the torturing, too. Spend a decade or two down there and they start conning you into doing more and then-- tadah. You're hooked.
But do I remember? [ He has to do some mental counting for a second. ] 'Course I do, only died a couple months ago.
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Date: 2016-05-30 02:35 am (UTC)[teasing, and already rather enjoying this side to his psychiatrist.]
Anyway, right, I'll be there shortly.
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Date: 2016-05-30 02:47 am (UTC)Rincewind comes bearing gifts - a half veggie, half sausage and mushroom pizza and two bottles of red wine. They aren't the best, but he hopes they'll be better than whatever "box wine" is. He holds both arm-fulls up for inspection after rapping on the door.
Hopefully Chilton hasn't passed out in the twenty minutes it took him to get here, or this pose is going to get awkward. And tiring.]
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Date: 2016-05-30 03:12 am (UTC)Mr. Rincewind! Hello. Please, please, come inside.
[Chilton pulled open the door, offering only a sneer to the abandoned Luggage. He beckoned Rincewind to the kitchen, announcing that the pizza and (more importantly) the wine can go on the table.]
Look at you, with your hat. [Another sip.] I'm glad you've come.
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Date: 2016-05-31 12:41 am (UTC)Any more of a brown noser and you'd be halfway up Lucifer's ass. [ he might be amused. sue him. ]
voice;
Date: 2016-05-31 01:12 am (UTC)voice
Date: 2016-05-31 01:26 am (UTC)I really haven't got time for you. I don't suppose you could find your amusements elsewhere? Perhaps an active volcano? Or I hear Russia has some lovely rooftops.
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Date: 2016-05-31 01:30 am (UTC)Russia's already sad enough as it is- last thing i'm looking to do is watch people fall into the nearest snowdrift without their panic buttons.
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Date: 2016-05-31 01:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-31 01:39 am (UTC)voice;
Date: 2016-05-31 01:40 am (UTC)You may need to be more specific.
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Date: 2016-05-31 01:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-31 01:51 am (UTC)Rincewind feels out of place as soon as he steps inside, reluctant to move from the foyer. It's - very nice in here. And clean. Distracted, he eventually keys back in long enough to toe his sandals off and walk to the kitchen on socked feet.]
- Hm? Oh, well, yes. The day I'm without it is the day you'll know I've been possessed by something likely ancient and terrible, so you know. Watch out for that, will you?
[he watches Chilton with some amusement.]
I take it you've found a way to swallow past the homicide? - And you've a lovely home, I should mention that.
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Date: 2016-05-31 01:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-31 01:53 am (UTC)In my defense, presuming to arrange a weekly commitment for me does seem like the action of a drugged man. I was concerned.
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Date: 2016-05-31 01:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-31 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-31 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-31 02:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-31 02:05 am (UTC)[The Baltimore legend persists. He moved, sometimes swerved, to the cabinet with the other wine glasses. Soon Rincewind was presented with one of his own.]
We have to buy you real shoes. One day.
[Drunk or not, Chilton always had fashion advice to deliver.]
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Date: 2016-05-31 02:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-31 02:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-31 02:24 am (UTC)...I suppose it does explain the lack of horns or otherwise terrible appendages.
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Date: 2016-05-31 02:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-31 02:37 am (UTC)[a beat.]
Do you remember your human life, then?
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Date: 2016-05-31 02:40 am (UTC)But do I remember? [ He has to do some mental counting for a second. ] 'Course I do, only died a couple months ago.